You wouldn't say it outright until you were sure I wanted it.
That was just the rub.

I didn't want it.

I'm afraid even now I don't quite.

I've had her all the term, and I thought it would be so blissful to be without her for four whole weeks, and have you and Father and Oswald and Dorothy and Peter just to myself.

But oh, Motherkins, she's such a lonely waif of a girl! I'm so dreadfully sorry for her.